(Gonna take you to the glory, oh I can't study war)Now where the south side, now where the west side

Can I talk my shit again?Even if I don't hit again?Dog are you fucking kidding?My hat, my shoes, my coatLouis Vuitton stitch, with Donatella VersaceThat's Louis Vuitton's bitchI think Hennessy, I drank, I'm goneOff that Bacardi Limon and Corona, I'm zoningClass back in session so I upped it a gradeTwo years Dwayne Wayne became Dwyane WadeAnd, hey please don't start meI'm like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles BarkleyI'm pop the Barkers, I'm hood the ParkersWhile y'all was in limbo I raised the bar upI touched on everythingMarried to the game, roc-a-chain instead of a wedding ringY'all bridesmaids catch the garterOn nights when 'Ye romanceCameras flash so muchThat I gotta do that Yayo danceI'm on a world tour with Common, my manAfter each and every show a couple dykes in the van it's easyThe hood love to listen to Jeezy and WeezyAnd, oh yeah, YeezyI did it for the glory

Now where the south side, now where the west side

What am I supposed to do now?Man the game all messed upHow I'm suppose to stand out when everyone get dressed up?So yeah, at the Grammys I went ultra TravoltaYeah that tuxedo might have been a little guidoBut with my egoI can stand there in a speedoAnd be looked at like a fucking heroThe glory, the story, the chain, the polo, the nightThe grind, the empty bottles of no-dozeTank on empty, whipping my mamma's VolvoI spent that gas money on clothes with logosThe fur is Hermes, shit that you don't flossThe Goyard so hard man, I'm Hugo's bossWhy I gotta ask what that two-door costHouse on the hillTwo doors from Tracey RossAnd I'm asking about her girlfriendsYeah, the dark skinny onesShe asking about the speed boats yeah I admit we rented 'emWhen you meet me in person what do you feel like?I know, I know I look better in real lifeO' hear people compare themselves to big a lotYou know B.I.G. and Pac, you know to get it hotI guess after I live I wanna be compared to BIGAnyone, Big Pun, Big L or Notorious, fit inGet money and stunt and stay gloriousAnd I'm gonna stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit

Now where the south side, now where the west side

Yeah I'ma stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hitThese haters be killing themselves they wanna come and get the glory